Preschool Notes

Last Wednesday Rebecca was a royal TERROR. We sent her to bed two hours earlier than usual. Now I realize that this put her at about a "normal" bedtime by others' standards, but for us it was two hours early. She got up about an hour earlier than normal, but still got in the extra hour.

So when I picked Rebecca up from class on Thursday I asked her teacher how things went.

"Well, you know how she is . . . " she started.

"No," I thought, interested in where this was going.

"She's always questioning authority, you know, wanting to know 'why' we're doing *everything*, and I just want to say 'you're not sixteen yet.' But today she was unusually compliant."

Unusually compliant? Miss Kay followed by saying that we should keep the earlier bedtime up, which we've tried, but it's really not working. We're just getting up at 6:30 now for which I have zero tolerance. (In fact, when I did my student teaching in a high school one of the teachers suggested I switch to a middle school just so I could sleep a little later.)

But I digress. Today when I picked her up I again asked how things went, seeing as we'd been up since 6:30 and she used to get up around 8:00/8:30 on school days. "Well, she's funny," started Miss Kay (me inwardly growning), "Today when we were in the middle of an art project she looked up at me and said, 'I'm sooooo SICK of this,' just like a teenager."

She's three.

But on the bright side, she's smart, she's funny, and her little preschool boyfriends taught her how to put her coat on by herself last week. And when she's not trying to push every last button I have ("No I'm going to give YOU a timeout!!") she's the best snuggler in the world. Plus she knows all the words to the Haunted Mansion theme song.